Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Sometime in the future (I think), a group of soldiers who can be evenly
divided into the categories of “uninteresting”
or “unlikable” use a Star Trek transporter to go to Mars. When they get there
they find themselves in a movie studio infested with big lumps of rabid homicidal
latex.

What ensues is a tedious series of fire fights between the
soldiers, armed to the teeth with latest weaponry from Toys R Us, and the
mutant blobs of latex. Lots of people die, but I defy anyone to care.

The most
shocking thing about Doom is that it wasn’t created by Uwe Boll.